I bent down to kiss his cheek, his jowl sinking under my lips. The smell of his aftershave and his scratchy stubble were two of a hundred things I loved about this man.

Several men sprinted along the glass wall and ducked into the door, laughing and out of breath. Taylor squeegeed his glistening arms with his hands while shaking the water from his face.

Kirby pointed at the bar, prompting Taylor to lead Zeke and Dalton to the empty stools in front of the drink station. Taylor and I locked eyes while he passed behind me. I picked up a few dirty dishes and tried not to rush them to Hector before returning to stand next to Phaedra.

“Your boy has the day off,” Phaedra said.

I felt my cheeks burn. “Please stop calling him that.”

“He likes it,” Dalton teased.

Taylor craned his neck at Dalton.

Dalton sank back. “I’m just giving you shit. Damn.”

All three men were wearing soaked T-shirts and jeans. Taylor’s gray T-shirt had a small red bulldog over his heart with the words Eastern State circling around it. He turned his red ball cap backward, and I smiled, knowing he’d deny it if I pointed out that he matched.

“I do kind of like it,” Taylor said, his threatening glare vanishing. He elbowed Dalton, who pushed him off.

Phaedra shook her head and held up menus. “You gonna eat or what?”

“We are,” Zeke said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

Phaedra placed a menu in front of each of them and then left us for the kitchen.

Taylor glanced up at me for only a second before he studied the entrees.

“Drinks?” I asked.

“Cherry Coke,” they said in unison.

I breathed out a laugh as I turned to grab cups, and then I filled them with ice.

“Not funny. Shut the fuck up,” Taylor seethed, his voice low.

I turned. “Excuse me?”

Taylor’s expression smoothed, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry. Not you.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Dalton said you had a nice ass,” Zeke said.

“You disagree?” I said, pouring my special cherry concoction into their Cokes.

Taylor made a face, as if I’d just asked the stupidest question in history. “No. I just don’t want them noticing.”

I set their cups on the bar and handed them straws. “What are you eating?”

“Paninis again,” Taylor said, dropping the menu.

I looked to the other two for confirmation.

Zeke shrugged. “We decided before we got here. They’re fucking good.”

“If they’re so good, why haven’t you been in for almost a week?” I asked, instantly regretting it.

“Keeping track, huh?” Zeke teased.

“If you like the paninis, you should try Phaedra’s cheesecake,” I said, ignoring Zeke’s jab.

They traded glances.

“Okay,” Taylor said.